this is not at all graphic, but it is kind of. . .icky. and much more common than you would think. (and no, i'm not telling you how i know that.)
Ray Kowalski sat on the edge of his bed, rubbed his hands nervously across his thighs, and sighed deeply. He was going to do it, he was, he really was, and if this didn't send him straight to hell, then nothing in his fucked-up life ever would.
Moonlight streamed through the half-open blinds, striping his naked body with shadows, making his bedroom seem mysterious and surreal. Ray sighed again and scrubbed a hand through his hair. If he was going to do it, he should do it, and stop all this putzing around. “Shit or get off the pot,” he thought, and pulled himself up on the bed until he was sitting with his back against the headboard.
Thank God Fraser was at that conference in Toronto, because there was no way, no way he could do this if Frase was in town, and that's it, that's all she wrote. Yeah, it's not like Frase would have been in the next room or anything, but still. . .it just seemed wrong, more than wrong, to do this with Frase in the same city.
Ray reached over to the nightstand and slowly took the paper bag from the drawer. This was it. If he opened the bag it meant he was going to do it, really going to do it. Ray bit his lip, took a deep breath, and pulled out the doughnut.
It had taken weeks of looking in more truck stops than Ray wanted to think about, but he finally found a place out on 94 that sold doughnuts big enough. They called them "Man-Sized Doughnuts" and Ray had about choked himself to death, holding back his laughter.
Slowly, reverently, Ray slid the doughnut over his erect and ready cock, pushing carefully until it was all the way down, tight against him. Ray closed his eyes and bit back a moan; as good as this was, the best was yet to come.
Idly playing with his nipples, Ray turned his head toward the door and yelled, "Dief! Here, boy! I got a doughnut for you!" Ray shivered in anticipation at the sound of claws scrabbling over linoleum.
That damn wolf was nowhere near as deaf as people thought.
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Ray Kowalski sat on the edge of his bed, rubbed his hands nervously across his thighs, and sighed deeply. He was going to do it, he was, he really was, and if this didn't send him straight to hell, then nothing in his fucked-up life ever would.
Moonlight streamed through the half-open blinds, striping his naked body with shadows, making his bedroom seem mysterious and surreal. Ray sighed again and scrubbed a hand through his hair. If he was going to do it, he should do it, and stop all this putzing around. “Shit or get off the pot,” he thought, and pulled himself up on the bed until he was sitting with his back against the headboard.
Thank God Fraser was at that conference in Toronto, because there was no way, no way he could do this if Frase was in town, and that's it, that's all she wrote. Yeah, it's not like Frase would have been in the next room or anything, but still. . .it just seemed wrong, more than wrong, to do this with Frase in the same city.
Ray reached over to the nightstand and slowly took the paper bag from the drawer. This was it. If he opened the bag it meant he was going to do it, really going to do it. Ray bit his lip, took a deep breath, and pulled out the doughnut.
It had taken weeks of looking in more truck stops than Ray wanted to think about, but he finally found a place out on 94 that sold doughnuts big enough. They called them "Man-Sized Doughnuts" and Ray had about choked himself to death, holding back his laughter.
Slowly, reverently, Ray slid the doughnut over his erect and ready cock, pushing carefully until it was all the way down, tight against him. Ray closed his eyes and bit back a moan; as good as this was, the best was yet to come.
Idly playing with his nipples, Ray turned his head toward the door and yelled, "Dief! Here, boy! I got a doughnut for you!" Ray shivered in anticipation at the sound of claws scrabbling over linoleum.
That damn wolf was nowhere near as deaf as people thought.
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Date: 2003-05-08 11:45 am (UTC)It never fails to amaze me, when people toss Dief into their dS porning. Granted, there actually is room for beastiality in this series, but I never thought about it. And now I do.
Man-Sized doughnuts. *weeps*
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:13 pm (UTC)really.
^___^
Hinckley, indeed.:-)
Date: 2003-05-08 06:04 pm (UTC)Karen
Re: Hinckley, indeed.:-)
Date: 2003-05-08 08:54 pm (UTC)and i don't know if they still advertise that way, but years ago, on the 6th-grade trip to camp isabella (ah! the memories!) that's what it said on the billboards.
Re: Hinckley, indeed.:-)
Date: 2003-05-08 09:46 pm (UTC)Go Wild!
K
Re: Hinckley, indeed.:-)
Date: 2003-05-08 10:11 pm (UTC)go wild indeed! 4-2 over the cannucks in 7!!
on to the western conference finals!!!
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Re: Hinckley, indeed.:-)
Date: 2003-05-09 09:02 am (UTC)Drop me an email at kmbyerly@yahoo.com, eh. You're welcome to come over Saturday night and watch the boys kick some more ass.
Karen
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Date: 2003-05-08 11:48 am (UTC)One wonders whether Dief will report back to Fraser when he returns... And what he'd say. ;>
You're right. It *is* icky.
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Date: 2003-05-08 11:55 am (UTC)This is hysterical, but hey, what if Dief gets over excited. My, what big teeth you have!
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:15 pm (UTC)boy! dief would be just insufferable and gloat-y, wouldn't he?
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:21 pm (UTC)Oh, God, yeah. And telling Fraser exactly how *good* Ray tasted, and how much Ray moaned for him... And then Fraser would go all primal and postal and castigate Ray for not only succumbing to the animal side of his nature, but to the baked goods side as well!
And then Fraser'd fuck Ray through the mattress.
Heh. The Perils of Pastry.
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:33 pm (UTC):::snerk:::
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:50 pm (UTC)SHRIEKING with laughter, here. Just so's you know!
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Date: 2003-05-08 01:24 pm (UTC)this idea came to me late last night, and then that very sentence, fully-formed, popped into my head, and i wrote the whole drabble around it. so it makes me very happy that you referenced it specifically. ^__^
(look! just for you! my elvis icon!)
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Date: 2003-05-08 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-08 01:10 pm (UTC):::hee hee:::
yeah, i know. the eternal dilemma of Good Pastry vs Bad Bestiality.
although the ring toss idea sounds like fun, too.
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Date: 2003-05-08 01:26 pm (UTC)^___^ !!!
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Date: 2003-05-08 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-08 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-08 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-08 08:57 pm (UTC)but hey, dief's intelligent. he wouldn't use the teeth, or he'd never get doughnuts again!
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Date: 2003-05-08 09:00 pm (UTC)there wouldn't be enough doughnuts in the world to keep him quiet.
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Date: 2003-05-08 07:40 pm (UTC)A part of me says it's more scary than funny, but I just can't seem to help laughing. Thanks for brightening my evening!
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Date: 2003-05-08 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-09 06:14 am (UTC)-R, who's not even gonna say what she first thought the "man sized doughnut" was going to be. LOL.
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Date: 2003-05-09 07:58 am (UTC)kinda takes the homer-esque phrase 'mmmmmm, man-sized doughtnuts!' to a new and frightening level, huh?
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Date: 2003-05-12 01:36 pm (UTC)This almost tops the cheese... almost... (yes, that was a challenge)
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Date: 2005-06-27 12:46 am (UTC)Also, the last line is killer. :)
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Date: 2007-02-26 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-27 12:01 am (UTC)nobody ever sees it coming. *g*